“I mean...your words are really the only things that are rightfully yours. Who else would know them better?”

“I don't know who I am. But do you know who you are? Does anyone really? What makes a decent person? Does being the same as everyone else mean being better than people or does it just make it easier to look down your nose at them?”

“Looking at them words going down on this paper right this minim I know there aint no such thing there aint no only my self you all ways have every 1 and every thing on your back.”

“I’m too tired, too tired hearing your mean-wording, your pretending, your name-calling, sorry, not sorry, words you write, I should forgive because you didn’t mean them right? Oh plus I deserved them? Alright.”

“I've never understood why people said 'in your own words.' Who else's words would I use?”

“Only write from your own passion, your own truth. That's the only thing you really know about, and anything else leads you away from the pulse.”